To lean o'er the water's edge where the tall reeds lean With the stars between In the water's sheen Twice seen. To stand knee-deep in the clover with mild-eyed cows Who dream and browse Where the small birds drowse On the boughs. To lie and to dream and forget in the golden wheat, Where the poppies meet And the breezes greet. ... This is sweet, Sweet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN GYPSY MAN by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES A WATER MILL by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA |